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Post by Captain Obvious on Jun 26, 2008 2:38:38 GMT
A lone figure walks down the rotting streets.He readjusts the straps that hold his G36C close to his side, and takes a chance to scan his surroundings."Oh look, more bodies"Conor mutters sarcastically.His heavy scottish accent reminds people of Sean Connery.He takes a few more steps down the desolate road before noticing what had been eating away at him ever since he decided to leave that damn apartment building."Its completely silent!"No wildlife at all, or human life for that matter, albeit a few flies buzzing around a few chunks of meat lying in the middle of the road."I'd better get inside" Conor thinks to himself."This should do nicely" he says as he kicks in the door of the Fire department building.Noticing where he his, he laughs at the thought that this building was where the firefighters ball was going to be held.Sweeping the reception room clear, he picks up a fire axe, covered in dried blood, that was lying against the reception desk."Huh, this will come in handy"Conor says as he attaches the axe to his belt, alongside his Glock 21, which has an elongated clip, and a flashlight, courtesy of some poor SAS bastard who would'nt need it anymore.Conor sweeps the rest of the rooms, nothing.After sliding a few pieces of furniture against the front door, and closing the garage doors, He rolls down a sleeping mat on the second story, not wanting to freeze on the roof, or sleep too well in the firefighters beds."Wouldn't want to sleep in a dead man's bed anyway"He mumbles.His last thought before his eyes close is a hope to not remember what happened to Jonathon.
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Post by Kan on May 31, 2010 23:48:06 GMT
OOC: Ok in an effort to bring back some UD to the forums im gonna restart the rp here, but without my GOD awful rping from and 2 years ago, I just went back and almost cut myself from the pure sh*ttyness i read unable to read.
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'Welcome to Penny Heights'
Below this now old and falling apart sign a young man dressed in tattered earthen toned clothes, his old surplus camo pants faded to a point of the pattern being useless. He sighs to himself as he looks around the building in front of him, barricaded, but not enough that he couldn't get inside with some work.
There is a pistol stuck in his belt, its now dull sheen just slightly reflecting the sunlight, the young man hears a feeding moan in the distance knowing that some poor survivor just got taken down. He doesn't reach for his weapon, but reaches for a crowbar out of his dirt and grime covered bag, and he gets to work on the make shift barricade. Those inside might be turned off by his tearing down, but there are no other buildings that aren't ruined or have a barricade as low as this one.
After all, anything to not be stuck out at night.
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Post by Kan on Jun 13, 2011 4:02:22 GMT
OOC: Im DPing cuase I want to start this up for reals guys, lets relight the old flame.
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He could hear the moans coming from a few blocks away, the feeding groan had attracted more of the walkers, as had his working on the barricade. Thankfully only one had traveled away from the small group and went towards the young man. The curious one had been a newer zombie, the flesh still having a warm tone to it, must have risen in the past hour or so. Despite the new appearence of the ghoul it looked severely damaged, as if someone went about dispatching it, shy the headshot.
The young man could put together that this one, and probably a fair ammount from the group moving to the feeding groan, were the victims of a recent break in, and this one in paticular had been shot up by an inexperienced survivor. The young man had quickly taken down the wanderer with a shot to the head, his pistol's slide cocked back, empty. It had been a while since he had resupplied, the last time he had been in a PD it had been over run.
With a quiet sigh he racked the pistol forward and put it away. He quickly tore down enough the the barricade afterwards to just manage to climb up to an open window on the second floor. His flashlight was out and on, with the crowbar still in the other hand.
He still had to make sure the place was safe, he had encountered many people since the outbreak, not all of them good.
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Post by Ty on Jun 18, 2011 18:18:19 GMT
OOC: Alright, I'm taking a stab at this, if only for nostalgia's sake. I don't know if anybody here ever met this guy, but plenty of people in UD have had the displeasure.
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The young man was met shortly by a faint, hoarse chuckle. "What's this? We got a live one..." said a voice from the darkness.
Turning the flashlight toward the voice revealed a disheveled man in black robes sitting, or more accurately lying, in the corner, a half-empty wine bottle clasped in his right hand. He brought the bottle to his mouth, taking several gulps, and set the bottle down beside him.
"Erm.. oh, right..." he muttered to himself. He scratched his head, shaking loose bits of dried blood from his short black hair. He then sat up suddenly.
"Halt! Who goes there?"
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Post by Kan on Jun 21, 2011 23:28:05 GMT
The young man dropped his crowbar to draw his empty pistol at the sound of the voice, which he could now see was a black robed man. He took note of the dried blood on the mans hair. He doesn't fully raise the pistol, put keeps it ready bring up as a bluff. He had done it a few times before so he was confident in it's use.
"Sorry to break in like this, needed a place to stay the night" He says in a hurried but calm tone. "I want be any trouble to you if you aint no trouble to me, ask me to leave and I'll leave".
He knows he couldn't last in a fire fight right now, and did not want to end up in one.
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Post by Ty on Jun 22, 2011 3:51:54 GMT
The man in black smirked, and eased himself back into the lazy position he'd been in a moment ago.
"Eh, you can stay. You caught me in a good mood," he said. His tone sounded relaxed and welcoming, but his shotgun, which before that moment had been sitting beside him out of sight, didn't send the same message of acceptance. He cradled the weapon with his left arm, the barrel pointing oddly close to his own face.
"How's it look out there? Lot of dead-heads around?"
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Post by Kan on Jun 22, 2011 21:18:39 GMT
The young man nodded "Yeh, feeding groans brought a small horde in this direction, but so far only one has actually come to this building" He says before walking to a window and looking out. "I took that one out with a head shot, should be a hot minute until it pops up again" as he says this he picks up his crowbar and stows it in his bag.
"I don't think the horde will be a problem though, should be busy feeding, by the way are you the only one in here?" he asks.
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Post by Ty on Jun 23, 2011 13:29:12 GMT
OOC: I want to see some other people join in on this...
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